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𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 __________________________________ Abhimanyu Singh Rathore , the future Hukum of Meharpur, was once feared for his sharp mind and commanding presence, until a brutal attack by his enemies stole his memories and left him mentally fragile. Lost between fragments of a forgotten past and the dangerous politics surrounding the throne, Abhimanyu becomes nothing more than a pawn in the eyes of those waiting for his downfall. Especially his own brother. Avinash Singh Rathore, driven by an insatiable greed for Meharpur's throne, sees Abhimanyu's condition as the perfect opportunity to seize power for himself. But standing between his ambition and the crown is an unexpected obstacle, Jhanvi. Soft-hearted, innocent, and endlessly stubborn, Jhanvi enters Abhimanyu's broken world like a ray of light. Beneath her gentle smile hides courage no one expects, as she goes to unimaginable lengths to protect him from the conspiracies threatening his life. While the entire palace sees Abhimanyu as weak, Jhanvi sees the man still buried beneath the ruins of his shattered mind. And for the first time, Abhimanyu finds himself drawn to someone he cannot understand but cannot stay away from either. But in a kingdom built on betrayal, trust is more dangerous than hatred. Because while Janhvi risks everything to protect Abhimanyu from the enemies surrounding him, fate has its own cruel plans waiting in the shadows. But what will happen when Jhanvi unfolds the biggest secret of Abhimanyu's life, a truth buried beneath his lost memories, capable of destroying the very foundation of Meharpur? Will that secret bring them closer... or become the reason they lose each other forever? ....... Violence and have Highly Mature content 🔞 Available on Scrollstack.

"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

​"I hate you," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I hate you so much!" ​"Then prove it," Veer whispered, a single tear finally escaping his eye. "Kill me." ​Rashi closed her eyes, a guttural scream of agony tearing from her throat, and pulled the trigger. ​THUD-BOOM. ​The gunshot echoed across the Jaisalmer skyline like a clap of thunder. ​Veer's body jolted. His grip on her hand loosened, his fingers sliding off hers as his knees buckled. He crashed to the floor, his head hitting the stone with a hollow thud. A pool of crimson began to spread, staining the moonlight-silvered floor.

Advika Singh Raizada x Zian Deekshit "Hearts" Series Book III The story of two minds spiralled. The story of two hearts enslaved each other's. She was the Boss. The CEO. She was the Business woman. She was the fire. She was everything anyone would ask for. She was the enemy anyone would fear. But she was not his. She was too worthy! He was the employee. The PA. He was the bodyguard. He was the ice. He wanted everything anyone would ask for. He knew her as the enemy. But she was not his. He was not worthy! Everything was good until something snapped between them. And that was undoable. Advika Singh Raizada~ "Ask me anything under the sky. I will give it to you. Ask me anything, but not to forget you! Don't ask me not to love you, when the reason I breathe is your love!" Zian Deekshit~ "I can't do this! We are very very different. Our ideologies, our motifs, our lives, everything is different. This will not reach anywhere else, but at an apocalypse. Forget me! Unlove me! I am not for you. I can't do this with you. I am sorry!" . . . . . CEO x Personal Assistant CEO x Bodyguard Rich x Poor Sunshine x Grumpy Age gap Enemies to lovers Forbidden romance

Dia Kensington, the beautiful and intelligent daughter of a powerful CEO, stands out at Quincy Adams Middle School-though not always in the best way. She's kind but guarded, careful of people who only see her wealth. Her best friend, Farkle, is the one person she truly trusts. But when Lucas Friar, the sweet golden boy, begins to show a deeper interest in her, their undeniable chemistry sparks tension. Riley Matthews isn't happy about it-she's always believed Lucas was meant for her, and now she's watching him fall for someone else. The jealousy eats at her, making her feel replaced. Meanwhile, Maya Hart doesn't hide her anger, directing it toward Dia. Maya resents how Dia effortlessly takes the attention Lucas gives Riley and doesn't believe she's as perfect as she seems. As the drama intensifies, Dia is forced to navigate the pressures of love, jealousy, and rivalry, all while trying to keep her heart safe from the chaos. Can she and Lucas find their way, or will the jealousy and resentment tear them apart before it even begins? With mature language and fiery emotions, this story explores the messy dynamics of first love, jealousy, and self-discovery.

It didn't come as a surprise that Aerion Targaryen, the King's eldest child, a son, an heir, hated the Hightowers, especially Otto Hightower and in result Alicent Hightower. Even if she was the friend of his beloved sister. Her hair, her face, her eyes, her lips, her hands, her waist. He hated her. And yet he never did. Season 1 - ?? Mature themes

NOTE :- This Fanfiction has nothing to do with the original show except the characters and the name. Readers can read it as a general fiction as well. Special mention to Akriti154 for suggesting this appropriate title ♡♡. Entering into bond of matrimony is easy like breaking it. Divroces are not remained as a taboo in society but the outcomes are still there. Entered into holy matrimony on there own terms and conditions, Ishita Iyyer and Raman Bhalla decided to part there ways after realising they will not be able to make there marriage work but will there little daughter able to bear the outcomes? Barely four years old Roohi Bhalla spend her life along her grandparents and maids of the house, yearning for her parents love and attention. The 'divorce' which is foreign for her will snatch her innocence and love of parents? The Binding String is the contemporary romance tale dealing with love, marriage, divorce and outcomes.

Dive into the taekook world. Fluff. Smut. Love. Top - Jeongguk (Older) Bottom - Taehyung (Younger) All the pics used in this fic are from pinterest. Simple language. English is not my first language. So please forgive the grammatical errors.

Sophia's main goal in life has always been in the crime world. She thinks a normal life with a steady income is boring, seeing her dad was and is still in the high ranks of the criminals alive. So when she did get the chance to start her criminal career at an early age, she took it with both hands. Being loved by guys the more they got to see her. Will she become the highest female lead in the rankings? INCLUDES MATURE THEMES, HARASSMENT, EXPLICIT CONTENT! Also Includes fictional supernatural creatures and fictional events Daily updates!

We often hear of how and why a utopian turned dystopian society falls. Rarely do we consider the after... Rarely do we consider its toll, its casualties... Rarely do we consider its true worth... Perhaps we should. "Fury itself supplies arms" - Virgil

[This is a Tangled The Series (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure) lesbian fanfiction featuring my OC and a canon character, if that doesn't interest you at first, please read the rest of the desc to see if it does. If not, feel free to click off of it!] -------------------------- Cassandra is Princess Rapunzel's lady-in-waiting, but she's tired of only being known for just that. All she wants is to prove that she's more than just a servant to the princess. On a quiet night of sneaking out to have some time to think, she runs into a huntress and they begin to get along. Rowan is a huntress, she's always moved to different kingdoms to find more game. She recently settled into a small cabin in Corona, close to the protective wall surrounding the kingdom. One night, she hears a rustling inside the woods. Thinking it was prey, she chases after it and finds, not a potential meal, but Cassandra herself. Soon, the young women begin to get close, but as their feelings for each other rise, so does the temperature when intruders in Corona set the forest on fire. ((Enjoy the story!!))

𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐫 and 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚 were never meant to coexist. Adelaide returned to London for privilege, power, tabloid headlines, and the reckless habits that thrived where the media couldn't see. Milan brought nothing but arrogance, pride, and an unwanted marriage contract that bound them together anyway. Their hatred isn't performative. It's sharper than that. Colder. It lives away in dark corners; in churches, on tracks, lethal glares no one else knows. Neither wants to understand the connection pulling them together.But as their agreements push them past their limits, they begin to lose track of where detest ends... and temptation begins. An arranged vow. An unholy desire. The only question left is; who will sin first?

She came to Gwangju to outrun a version of herself she no longer recognized, carrying nothing but a sealed envelope and the particular courage of a woman who had learned that wanting something openly was its own kind of risk. The letter was never meant for him. He was leather and silence and the kind of history that made people lower their voices when his name surfaced in conversation. He was also twenty, younger than her by two years, and carried in those years a compression that made him seem older in the ways that mattered and younger in the ways that hurt. He read what she wrote to another man, and instead of mocking her, he handed it back with two fingers and told her the other man did not deserve it. What followed was not a love story that rushed. It was built in back alleys behind soup restaurants, in the weight of phone calls that arrived after midnight, in the vibration of a motorcycle between her thighs and the particular freedom of moving fast enough that the past could not keep pace, in the slow and terrifying process of learning that the walls they had constructed were not decorative-they were load-bearing, built against real things, and opening a door in them for another person required a courage neither of them took lightly. Gwangju was alive with drama, tension, grief, and warmth, and the city did not protect its people from consequence. Friendships cracked under pressure. A past she believed she had outrun arrived with the calm of someone who had never accepted her leaving. Love arrived through the wrong door and refused to leave quietly. And not everything that broke was put back together the way it had been before. This was a story about what happened when two people who had survived real things finally encountered someone worth surviving for. It was mature, unhurried, and deeply human, and it did not look away from the cost of becoming someone who could actually be loved.

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There is a man that dons black armor and posses a giant sword, but there is a curse in him, everywhere he goes. There are monsters... Evil never sleeps. Set in a dark fantasy where Angels of Heaven and Demons of Hell fighting on Earth to battle for souls in their endless war, twisted by the supernatural forces. Liam Auster, a vengeful dark hero that was wronged and suffered from his family's death, killed by the demons and consumed with hatred. He becomes a demon hunter to hunt demonic forces and eradicate them from their ghastly presence. But when he learn news about his father mysteriously vanished, he goes on a journey to find him throughout the Empire isles. 💜Inspirations💜 • Berserk • Bloodborne • Dark Souls • Evil Dead ⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️ 📣Content Guidelines📣 • Mature themes • Strong language • Sexual themes • Violence • Blood and gore Please don't read if your not comfortable any of this 💜 • If you enjoy the story of Liam and Elisabeth Austers, add it in your library for updates and notifications to never miss out! • Anything unrelated, bots and scammers promo, spam or toxic feedbacks without professional and reason will be instant deletion and blocked. • I do not do R4R, so please no advertisement and promo on my wall or my story. • "The Knight Order" was originally a temporary project title till it changed to the official title, Hellborn.

She was only eleven when she first developed a little crush on him. The innocent smile that appeared whenever she saw him. The way she'd look forward to every visit without really understanding why. He was seventeen. Years passed, and Harmony eventually grew out of that childhood crush-or at least, she thought she did. Now sixteen and in her final year of high school, Harmony's life is falling apart. A private photo has been leaked by her now-ex-boyfriend, leaving her dealing with rumors, whispers, and people who suddenly think they know everything about her. But that's not even the worst of it. Her father is dead. The cause of his death remains unexplained, and her mother refuses to talk about it. Even the doctors insist that it's not their place to tell her anything. Then, after years apart, Harmony sees him again. Christian. Her father's best friend's son. The boy she once looked up to is now a grown man with a life of his own-and somehow, his return seems connected to the secrets surrounding her father's death. Harmony thought seeing him again would only bring back old memories. She never expected it to bring questions she wasn't prepared to answer.

In the shadow-soaked kingdom of Haewon, where the Goryeo court moved through incense and whispered treachery, a crown prince woke to find his father dead and his own name painted in accusation. Kim Ji-Dwi did not run from guilt. He ran because survival was the only throne left to claim. His exile carried him past gilded walls into the outer provinces, where merchants spoke in tongues from across the known world, and no man asked another's history. She had no last name. No allegiance. No mercy in her hands. They called her Nocturne in the trading town of Haedan, a Black woman of impossible beauty and deadlier skill, an assassin whose presence rearranged the air around her. She did not build her life in this foreign land to become anyone's weapon, least of all for a fallen prince who looked at her as if she were both salvation and ruin. He was possessive, unreadable, trained never to show what cost him most. She was deliberate, untouchable, and violently uninterested in being desired. What ignited between them was not romance. It was war in a different dialect, hatred that masqueraded as hunger, proximity that sharpened into blade-edge tension, secrets that accumulated like bodies in a river. Every glance was a duel. Every silence was a threat. Every touch they did not have became its own kind of violence. In a realm where betrayal wore the faces of allies, where duels were fought to first blood and sometimes beyond, where jealousy curdled into madness, and revenge demanded its pound of flesh, two people who swore they wanted nothing from each other discovered that wanting nothing was never the same as feeling nothing. The court wanted him dead. His uncle wanted him erased. And Nocturne, Nocturne wanted only what she had always wanted: to survive on terms that belonged to her. But survival, like love, was a territory that must be defended.

Prologue I don't think I had ever felt that much shame in my entire life. Shame because of myself. Because of what I had done. What I had wanted. What I had reduced myself to wanting. He was lying there, holding me against his chest, and for some reason that was the part I couldn't bear. Then he said it. "I'm used to being nothing more than a quick fuck for most women, so..." He paused, almost as if he couldn't quite believe what he was about to say. "It's more unbelievable to me that you're here, in my bed, in my arms, and that you actually want to sleep with me until morning than the fact that we fucked." I wanted the mattress to swallow me whole. Because I had wanted exactly that. Nothing more. I had wanted someone to fuck me hard one last time before I left all of this behind. That was supposed to be it. One last impulse. One last touch. One last night where I could pretend that my body still belonged entirely to me. Because, in a way, I had already started saying goodbye to it.

A woman awakes and finds herself in the world of JoJo bizarre adventure With no memory of how she got there and who she is. Only the need and want to go back where she belonged. In order for her to get back to her world and home she must oversee and help complete each story and timeline of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and reach their endings, though it would be as easy as it seemed even under the guidance of Death itself at her disposal. Will our darling hero have what it takes to reach the stories end? or will she be caught in fates unsuspected web?

What will happen when a simple misunderstanding creates a huge distance between two childhood friends who were on the beginning of their pure love story. But before it started eventually finished. Will they ever get the chance to confess each other ? Join the journey of Kim Taehyung and Choi YN who separated by a simple misunderstanding. Description • BTS & BLACKPINK • 2 more character of other groups • friendship • family • broken 💔 • love ML- Kim Taehyung FL- Choi YN Note - My first book 📖 hope you enjoy the story line .